Like the rose, how sweet its bloom,
And where’er is felt its presence,
There it dissipates each gloom.
And the heart that loveth truly,
In its first affection pure,
Shall, as long as life continues,
Find its happiness endure.
And where’er is felt its presence,
There it dissipates each gloom.
And the heart that loveth truly,
In its first affection pure,
Shall, as long as life continues,
Find its happiness endure.
from the "Birth of Love" [19th C ]
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